White Noise : December Edition

Posted on December 28, 2018

Read this sentence in reference to women who collect designer bags : ” not interested in design but like the idea of ownership of designer goods”. Is it true of me? If you ask me why some of my garments costs as much as they do, I will end up mumbling about quality. But to be honest, I don’t know. Do I like old Celine for the styling or for the garments ? Some reading to remedy it :

“The plain fact is that the planet does not need more successful people. But it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers, and lovers of every kind. It needs people who live well in their places. It needs people of moral courage willing to join the fight to make the world habitable and humane. And these qualities have little to do with success as we have defined it.”
– David W. Orr

“Mending means owning up to reality – wrinkled, faded and all – and taking responsibility for that. It is a process of acceptance. It means searching for beauty in what is and celebrating where you are.”

do you ever look at yourself mid 6-stage nightly skincare routine, realise that capitalist patriarchy has really got to you but also that you're too attached to the social advantages of conventional beauty to do anything about it, and then continue rubbing acid into your face

The earth has completed yet another revolution around the sun. We all travelled with it and created our own experiences. Cheers to more travels next year. I wish you all a happy new year. Thank you for reading.

I am afraid that I wont be of much help in this regard. My mother is good with the needle and she has been doing my mending for the past few years. Next time something comes up, I will make sure I take photographs of the process. Maybe even do it myself. The biggest mends I do with my second hand clothes is to get the smell out of them. I soak them in dilute vinegar and sometimes even leave then in a trash bag with some baking soda sprinkled in. Older sweaters have a certain smell.

Hi Neela,
I’ve been slowly making my way through your site, and I was saddened to find your little blue book had disappeared. I hope all is well. Please know the content was very enjoyed and informative.

I discovered your blog a few weeks ago and I just have to say I love your writing. I am reading a novel called “The Painted Drum” by Louise Erdrich and the paragraph below reminded me of you – since you had a particular way of describing your love for indigo.

“There was a blue she worried over then, and covets even now. She still regards blue objects with ferocity, assessing and comparing their blueness to the particular hot blue she claims made queens of courtesans and fools of kings. A dye of indigo and radioactive cobalt. A blue of furious innocence within the ochre of the pattern and the cinnamon and the dried blood of the other wools. It is a blue so intense it looks as though it were made on another planet. It is the blue behind your eyelids when you press past the yellow lights. It is the O.D. blue, i tell myself, of ecstasy and death.”